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Writer's pictureMarieke de Koker

Mr Consumer

We sing until we choke on the ashes of bleeding forests

We run until our lungs are filled with soot

And our hearts sink into the depths of the earth


The sunlight cannot reach us through clouds of dark smoke

She stares at us with the color of a bright orange embryo

In the apocalyptic day-night


This is not a fantasy of the future

It is now. Our reality. Our present.

A gift from generations past.


The rain cannot wash away our sins

The earth is dying with every new dress and pair of shoes

With every plastic toy and takeout container

Chemicals, paints and pesticides running from drains into the bodies of your grandchildren

Seeping out of their veins as they stare at you with hollow eyes

Pleading for life


I thought air and water was a human right

A bang for your buck leaves our Mother Earth raped and bleeding to death

That future generations must die for your standard of living

Because your price tags don’t show the true cost

Are you really buying, Mr Consumer? Or are you selling us all out?


© 2023 Marieke de Koker

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